Han Zhong looked at Li Fan in a daze and was stunned for a moment.

Then, as if he hadn't seen Li Fan at all, he picked up the wine jar and started drinking.

Li Fan snorted coldly, and wanted to use the secret technique of searching the soul to dig out the secret from the drunkard's mind.

However, just when Li Fan's right hand was already on Han Zhong's head.

As if it was burned by fire, Li Fan instantly withdrew his hands.

"Um?"

Li Fan looked at his palm and was a little dazed.

Although the physical body on the outside seemed to be nothing serious, Li Fan clearly sensed that his soul had withered down the moment he contacted the other party!

It’s not because of injury, but like a monk on the verge of death, his soul is exhausted!

Li Fan couldn't help but feel shocked.

You know, even among the Hedao monks, his soul strength is rarely rivaled.
Chapter completed!